My herbs are still growing tall with nary a wilt nor a tarnish from the cold nights that now descend upon us each evening.
But the last rose of summer is always a bit of a surprise and filled with the greatest of beauty, more so than in the summer.
So a bit of nostalgia as summer ends and Autumn begins to take over with glistening jewels in the forest and skies of azure.
Take a toast to the last of summer...